The Golden Firework

By Sarah, 13

Despite the fact that it happened last year, I still remember my perfect moment clearly. It was winter in Disneyland, California, but the cheerful Anaheim weather carried not a hint of frost. It was 11:50 pm on New Year’s Eve, and I had been standing in a cobblestone square surrounded by gardens a little ways from the famous Disney castle since 10:30 pm. This castle looked as if it were straight from a fairytale. I had been watching the brightly coloured fireworks alongside my family since 10:30 pm, as Christmas melodies drifted from speakers around the square. Clutching the metal fencing that surrounded the extravagant garden in front of me, I stood, finally feeling the growing iciness in the usually warm air. As I noticed the thin, almost non-existent layer of frost that blanketed the ground, my brother began whining to leave. But we couldn’t leave, because the final fireworks had not appeared yet. Then, an unknown but melodious Christmas carol replaced “I’ll be home for Christmas”, and the sky darkened. Scott fell silent and stared at the night sky, as tiny stars sparkled in the distance, smiling down playfully at us. Finally, a gorgeous blast of multi-coloured fireworks shot up, dancing up and down to the rhythm of the music, rising and falling to each note. The heavens lit up, and hundreds of joyful people cheered. Then, just as in the beginning of all of my favorite childhood Disney movies, a single golden firework flew up from the bottom left corner of the castle, creating a glowing arc around it, which then descended to the other side. The crowd broke out in smiles and cries of childish delight, as the false snow continued to descend, settling on their shoulders and in their hair. Grinning, I looked at my mom, as she said, “This has been a great Christmas,” and I replied, “But it’s been an even better New Year’s Eve.”
(November 2004)

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Breakaway

By Shannon, thirteen

As I was running down that field one hot day in Oliver I was thinking, “This is it, I’m going to shoot the ball!” It is as hot a sauna, but as if the sun wasn’t even there I started to bolt down the rest of the field. A dodge here. A flick there. I was having one of my first breakaways in a game, let alone my very best. I’m a cheetah, running fast through the opposing team. I can hear my name being called from the sidelines. Oh the Joy! Finally, it’s the time to shoot, the D shaped area around the net. I wound up and drove it as hard as I could. Through defense number one and number two. I went through the sweeper, the person who tries to sweep it away from the net. Last but not least it went trough the goalie, and I went in the net. I was in shock. I pinched myself to see if it really was happening. Ouch. It really was. Highfives here and pats on the back there. Gee, It was even the winning goal! (November 2004)

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The Perfect Moment

By Joel, 13

Racing at high speeds, flying, winning the lottery, these are just a few examples of our cultures perfect moments, but mine is neither money nor cars, it is achievement. Climbing Mount Everest, that last spike before the ridge, standing there unbeatable, the tallest peak on this earth stands defeated. The feeling is incredible, standing against the final adversary, doing the impossible. What everyone said could not be done, beating the unbeatable, unstoppable. However, some people want money, most think that wealth is the road to happiness, there is just one problem, most of the richest people in the world are discontent. They always need more, it's always just a bit more. Is there a chance to find joy if your life is spent chasing riches? Meanwhile others living in poverty are happy and live lives that are full of joy, even in hard times. With that said, I think we should enjoy the simple things and accomplish all that we can.
(November 2004)

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Beautiful Sea

By Alysha, 12

In the early evening, we drove slowly over the ramp and into the darkness. As we boarded, my little brother Justin leaped up and cried “ I’m so excited!” At that moment I looked outside and watched the waves surge against the boat as if they were enemies at battle. The bright colours of the water were changing, as the sun went down. The baby pinks, bright oranges, sunshine yellows, and deep purples, were all shining and splashing together. I took a breath in as the amazingly beautiful sea pushed us forward. We rocked back and forth, as the boat drew us closer and closer to my aunt and uncle's home. (November 2004)

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Magic in the morning

By Tessa, 13

Bawling, the calves yearn for their bottles. “Coming”, I utter as if that will quiet them. Contented with their bottles, they finally settle down. Silently, I flip over the bottle crate and plop down on it. It’s dim and crisp, I can faintly make out objects through the mist. I investigate the hutches to see if the calves are done drinking because bed is my only desired destination. Nope, not done. Although I can hardly see, I still admire the mountains. The sun is melted gold pouring over the crown of Mt. Cheam. The light mist adds a peaceful yet mysterious touch. Wanting more, the calves jump around in their hutches. They’re done there bottles. When I glance back a wave of happiness came over me. The moment was like
magic. (November 2004)

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Go For The Gold

By Amy, 13

Waiting for the call, the one call that would change my undiscovered soccer career forever. The phone rang its familiar tone, but this time it sounded different. Shaking, I heard the words I had been longing to hear for the past six days. Thrilled and astonished, thoughts were rushing through my mind like David Beckham on a breakaway. Joy and pride overflowed my very being. The idea of exciting new challenges and extravagant accomplishments contrasted with the regret of leaving behind my old soccer chums. I had made team.
(November 2004)

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Soul Food

By Jayda, 13

My stomach is growling with hunger while I watch all the food be set on the table. Around the corner all the family come piling in with their hands full, bearing gifts for everyone. They gingerly place the food on the table and the gifts under the tree. Soon after everyone has arrived, we gather together around the table fitting in because there are so many of us. We begin with a prayer. As soon as we finish, we immediately begin to pass around the food because we are so eager to eat. Every bite of the tender brown turkey, moist stuffing, warm soft mashed potatoes, and perfectly steamed vegetables tastes as succulent and delicious as ever. When we are finished these scrumptious last bites, we all help to clear the table and clean up the mess. Stuffed full, we hobble over to the living room, where the gigantic Christmas tree stands proud and tall. In amongst the tree are presents as tall as I am, and half way to the end of the room. Standing there, wanting to plunge into them, I hear my grandpa yell through his laughter “ Run wild!” He gestures with his hand that the presents are our to open. In the midst of opening the biggest present I had ever seen, I stop and think… What a perfect day. (November 2004)

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Baseball rep team tryouts

By Leanne, 13

Baseball, all year I practiced and practiced for that one terrifying day. Rep team tryouts. I wanted to make the rep team so badly. I have always been good at baseball, but I just couldn’t bring myself to try out.
That’s because of one…special person. Anna. My competition. She is a second baseman, as am I, and boy can she play. She throws hard and accurate. She can catch any ball that comes her way and she is an amazing hitter. She plays as well as the great Pee Wee Reece! But this year is going to be different. I feel very confident about tomorrows tryouts. 10:30. Today is rep tryouts. Tons of girls are here, they’re all so amazing! We all go and talk to Troy, he will be our Coach. We’ve been playing all day. I’m sweaty. I’m tired. I want to go to sleep, 4:06 pm. Today is the day I find out if I’ve made the team or not. I’ve been waiting by the team all day. Waiting.
“Ring!” The phone! I have butterflies. 1:19 pm.
“Hello?” I ask.
“Hi, Hailey?” he asked. It’s Troy!
“Yes this is she,” I say nervously. My heart jumped into my throat.
“Oh hi, this is Coach Troy; I just called to let you know that…you made the team!”
Dizzy. Butterflies. So excited…I’m going to hurl.
“Oh wow, thank you so much!” I say as I am trying to hold in my excitement.
“My pleasure, see you at practice.”
I scream with excitement.
1:23 pm. My heart is in my throat. I am jumping around like a monkey. I am so excited. Thoughts begin to
fill my mind. Will it be hard? Who else made the team? Did Anna make the team? None of that matters.
Tears drip down my face. 1:32.
(November 2004)

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The Best Breakfast Ever

By Lisa, 13

It was a bright morning in early April. Marley and Lisa were desperately trying to decide what to have for breakfast. Undecided, the girls walked around the kitchen, which was extremely large. Finally, after twenty long minutes, the girls decided to have crepes. Surprisingly, Lisa had never had crepes before. To begin with, they searched for the recipe book, Once they had found it; they began reading what the recipe called for. Skim milk, sugar, three eggs, half a cup of water, and other assorted ingredients. After the girls prepared these ingredients, they beat the eggs, and dumped everything in the Sunbeam blender. Once they had finished mixing everything together and rapidly putting it in Marley’s fridge for ten minutes, the two girls started cooking. Lisa burnt the first eight crepes, and undercooked the next four. The crepes were sandpaper in their mouths. They also made orange juice, but it tasted like mud. But Lisa finally made her last crepe right, only to be eaten my Marley’s older sister, Halina. Even though their breakfast tasted horrible, the two girls had made it all themselves, and they had a lot of fun doing it.
(November 2004)

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A Day of Hiking

By Marley, 13

My favorite moment in time is hiking up Elk Mountain with my friend, Lisa. It took us nearly an hour and a half to hike up the mountain. When we finally reached the lookout point the view was crystal clear without a cloud in sight. The sun was high in the sky, shining onto all the roads of Chilliwack. We could see from the small town of Hope all the way to The city of Vancouver. We could even see the colourful sailboats in the ocean!! We sat on enormous boulders of melted chocolate bars and trail mix, when a pesky little chipmunk came to beg us for food. We frightened him away when tossed several small handfuls of trail mix towards him. He quickly scurried to his little hideout as fast as lightning. The tiny Chickadees would perch near us and chirp their little heads off. According to Lisa it was her first time hiking, so my mom insisted on taking our picture at the lookout. As we started down the mountain, I thought I saw the brown little chipmunk scurrying to collect as much trail mix as his greedy little paws could carry. (November 2004)

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Sticks and Stones My Friend

By Kody, 13

To me, a perfect moment isn’t really a moment at all. It’s a person’s personality. Now, not just any person’s personality, but a person who won’t conform. The dress, act, and talk exactly how they want to, all the time. In such a conformistic world, they don’t follow the guidelines that the media or anyone else has set for them. A lot of people seem this way at first, but once you get to know them better you find out that
they only act this way to seem “cool.” The actual individuals there are few of, the people that don’t care
what anyone thinks about them in the least. These are the people. Who after they were made, their molds
were broken and cast aside because they are too unique for our world of clones to have very many of them.
Like this guy at my school, sometimes he’ll dress up as a girl and walk around kissing guys on the neck. A
lot of people will call him gay, and say other stuff about him. But does he care? Nope, not at all, he just
shrugs it off like it’s nothing, because that’s all it really is, nothing. A phrase comes to mind when I think of people like him, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words can’t hurt me.”
(November 2004)

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My perfect moment

By Craig, 12

Quietly I wake up in the morning from a restful sleep at 10:30 am. My pillow of clouds gave me the most glorious sleep I’ve ever had. It’s Christmas day.The one-day everybody abides all year for. Waddling into the living room like a duck and gasp when I see hundreds of beautifully wrapped presents. The best part was, they all had my name addressed on them. Excited I sprinted into my parent’s room and woke them up. Stumbling we walked into the living room and started unravelling our present. My eyes were shining so bright as I opened my first present that it looked as if I had flames burning in them. It was a new green t-shirt, and it a blue, red dragon symbol in the center. I put that present aside and moved on to my next one. It was enormous, I shook it and it didn’t make any noise. As I unwrapped it, the wrapping paper crackled and crunched underneath me fingers. ‘Yes’ I screamed. It was a brand new Mag 30 bike. We opened the rest of the presents then had breakfast. The emotion in my face when I seen my rim was my perfect moment. (November 2004)

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My Perfect Moment

By Nathan, 13

I can remember one day, my dad, my brother Landon and I were up at Manning Park for a pleasant day of snowboarding. It was a fairly nice day for boarding, mostly cloudy, and the little snow that was there, was silently drifting down to the slopes. But although the conditions were excellent, I wasn’t doing to well. I was having a dreadful day, frequently falling and hurting myself. I wasn’t too bright and I tried a new run, there wasn’t very much snow, it was mostly ice. I got going a little too fast, lost my balance for about the hundredth time that day, and landed flat on my back. But because I had fallen so much before I was too tired to get up, so I just lay there, but I was on a hill, so I started sliding down. And this is the part I remember most. I remember just lying there, sliding down the hill on my back as if I were a polar seal, not having a concern in the world, just staring up a the sky, watching each individual snowflake float unhurriedly onto my icy cold face. I might have looked like an idiot, but it was actually write enjoyable. Who says you have to be good to enjoy snowboarding?
(November 2004)

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Caribbean

By Natalie, 13

When I think of a perfect moment, my mind is drawn to a sailboat in the Caribbean. I am on a white boat, which is sailing through a strait upon crystal clear waters. There are many tropical islands around me, each with towering green trees and white sand that glistens like a million diamonds. The sky is blue cotton candy, and there is not a cloud to be seen. The only sounds I hear are the waves gently lapping against my boat, and every so often, the song of a tropical bird. Because the sun’s rays are so hot, I gladly jump off my boat into the cool, refreshing water and swim with rainbow colored fish. Eventually, I float back to my boat and continue my voyage. Although I am alone, I am relaxed and happy. This is my moment.
(November 2004)

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A White Christmas

By Lyndsay, 13

It was a brisk morning. My sister, Laura and I woke up and raced down the stairs. We gazed out the window and saw white, fluffy snow. Shrieking with excitement, we woke up our parents. Since it was Christmas, our parents let us play in the glowing snow. We rushed to get our snowsuits on. Along the long, bright hall, we noticed the decorated Christmas tree and the carefully wrapped presents. Together, Laura and I decided that we would open the presents first. Rapidly, we ripped the Christmas wrapping off our presents to find the surprises awaiting us. Jumping with joy, we both celebrated our new snowsuits and sled! Excitedly, we used our new snowsuits when we went sledding behind our motorbikes on the glazed lake. The lake was like a glittering star. The snow was very powdery and fluffy. After a long day of racing the motorbike’s on the lake, everyone was very tired. I was so tired, that it was as if my feet were made of concrete. I went to bed, to get some sleep for another day of snow!
(November 2004)

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A Dream Come True

By Felicia, 14

Walking on the wooden planks of the dock seemed like an eternity. Turning to my left I see the dolphin pool, and to my right, the crystal clear waters of Hawaii. Putting my seal-like wet suit on, I get a brief glance at the dolphins, lively, jumping in the pool. Eager to join them, I rush to the pool entrance. The instructor, who was tanned and friendly, nurtured me on how my life long dream was going to work. The words were all jibberish to me. Suddenly the instructor blew his shiny new whistle and I heard the sound of the dolphins swimming toward us. Beaming in excitement I looked over to see three, smiling dolphins looking at me curiously. Their smiling faces were like a
parents joy when a good mark is brought home. The instructor handed me a gigantic yellow ball. As soon as the playful mammals saw it; they swam in circles, shrieking for joy. The dolphins watched in enthusiasm as I threw the ball with all my strength, and energy. The dolphins swam after it; their screams were children playing in a park. Jumping out and back into the water was the smallest, who had reached the ball first. The fascinating animals swam
towards me. I held on to them but then let go, startled by the texture of their skin. Their skin felt like smooth, slimy, rubber. Abruptly the largest of the three circled me. Confused I turned to the instructor who explained that it was a game. So, I started chasing him.
Catching up to the speeding dolphin, I held onto it. Faster, and faster the animal swam. I shouted with joy. Sadly, the instructor called me, and informed me that it was time for me to leave. Disappointed and sad, I got out of the pool, and said goodbye to my favorite animals. Taking the wet suit off, I realized that my life long dream had finally happened! Smiling to myself, I took one last
look at the dolphins, and walked into the beautiful city of Honolulu, Hawaii. The sun setting, dolphins jumping, and palm trees waving in the breeze of the evening. This was my perfect moment. (October 2004)

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Dream from: The Life of Shauner Mishitaru

By Ian, 13

As the sun shone it’s golden rays on me, a slight breeze picked up sending the late spring cherry blossoms soaring above and around me. I shivered, despite the heat. A deafening screech, like two pieces of metal being rubbed together, was emitted from seemingly everywhere as the fabric of space around me was slowly torn open. Stinging rain hit my side as a blizzard came out at the other, both piling out of two-dimensional holes that were floating around me. As soon as the shock dissipated, I peered into the roaring blizzard when all of a sudden, a blonde haired figure riding on an orange dragon came flying into me, sending me crashing to the ground. On the other side, in the middle of the rain, I heard a car come to a screeching halt and a door being slammed shut. I looked around, prying myself off of the freshly soaked asphalt as I watched a figure in a black overcoat step through the window of space. I whipped my head around, the boy and the dragon both stood up and shook the snow off themselves. I instantly conceived who this boy was; I could never forget his strong aura. As the name “Shauner” flew from my mouth, the boy behind me took off his overcoat to reveal a pampered figure with black hair and the shadowy face of a raven. My eyes widened in shock, it was the same face that I had seen so vividly countless times before, no one else had the face of Oèss Kormlèd. It only took a second for each of us to figure out who we were, and only one more to dash out of my pitiful world into the frigid snow, with Shauner hopping back onto the dragon’s back as it took flight. Our names echoed in our heads, our thought patterns closer and louder than ever before. Another shiver, not from the snow, ran up my spine as this echoed in my head: “Ian, Shauner and Oèss, finally united in the world of bliss known as Dragonia…
Exert from The Life of Shauner Mishitaru by: Ian Soutar

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This is paradise

By Jesse, 14

The sun us shining. The trees are swaying. The people are content. I gaze around to view my surroundings. I see my friends, laughing, smiling and chatting gleefully. This park bench is my safe haven from the cruelness of the world. The children are playing, like little monkeys in the jungle. Women along with their beaus are picnicking and laughing because of the way the young ones amusing themselves. I feel unconditional love because of the people I’m with and the place where I am. As I take one last gander at this perfect park scene, I notice that there are not children excluded. No one is having anything less than an utterly impeccable time. Everywhere I look I see smiling faces of all ages, genders, races, sizes, shapes and colors. To me this is paradise! (October 2004)

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